The Husband Games

Every girl has dreamed of someday meeting One Direction, and having at least one of the band members fall in love with them. In all reality, it'll probably never happen.
One Direction's management has created a competition in hopes of making up for all of the 'wrongdoings' they have done in the boys' careers, and gaining support from Directioners everywhere.
It's called the Husband Games.
Ever since all of the boys have broken up with their girlfriends, they've been increasingly lonely, and it's taking its toll on their performances. Modest will accept twenty female applicants to attend a two month program that will shape them into ideal girlfriends-- and possible wives-- for the boys.
It all comes down to a final elimination at the end of the two month period, where the guys will select the girls of their dreams.
Who will it be?
Oh.
And may the odds be ever in your favour.

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8. Silence

The next morning, Ms. Phyllis informed everyone about our next lesson: cooking. 

Once the word 'cooking' escaped her lips, Britta immediately shot me a look of, "Oh, great," because we've almost burnt my house down trying to microwave macaroni. We'd sworn that we would never try to cook again. Luckily, we would have the professional chefs to aid us.

We all had to change into those fancy-looking white coats and chef-hats. They called it some fancy word that I simply didn't bother to remember. We also had to tie our hair up into tight, scalp-stinging buns that would prevent any hair from falling into the food. 

They separated us into groups of five, going alphabetically. I was with a brunette girl named Samantha, Theadora, a strawberry blonde named Lacey, and of course, Adrienne. I made a quiet pledge to myself that I would try my best to do better than she would-- just to avoid feeling so inferior around her all the time.

We first prepared lobster bisque-- which I found rather disgusting-- but then again, I'd eaten microwave macaroni most of the time. And of course, Adrienne mastered it. I didn't do too bad, but the strawberry blonde, Lacey, practically started a fire. 

I became pretty good friends with Samantha. She was quiet, friendly, and did pretty well at not annoying me. Over the night, I'd been put into a bad mood as I thought over how Harry didn't even talk to me, but talked to everyone else. I guess, it bothered me most that he called Adrienne beautiful, though it was true, I couldn't stand her.

After having the Chef taste our lobster bisque, we moved on to making grilled chicken breasts. This concerned me even more-- mainly because there was an open flame blowing smoke into my face. I moved over to my grilling station and read the recipe. I followed the instructions and made sure to glance over at Adrienne every once in awhile. She seemed to be struggling, and I couldn't help but smile to myself, as my chicken seemed to be cooking just right. 

"Fire!" someone screamed. I whirled around to see Adrienne's grilling station smoking over a rising flame. In a rush, I grabbed a fire extinguisher from a shelf above my grilling station, spraying it over the fire. Adrienne had jumped back in shock, hiding behind someone else's station, but stood up when I extinguished the fire.

"Wow, Annalie," she raised her eyebrows. "Thank you."

"Er, no problem," I replied, hanging the fire extinguisher back up. By this time, Ms. Phyllis had bustled her way over to Adrienne's station, ice-blue eyes wide.

"What happened here?" she asked in staccato, lips set in a firm line.

"Well--," Adrienne began, but I interrupted her.

"I was trying to help Adrienne, but I ended up setting a fire," I lied. Annalie, what the hell are you doing? "It's my fault, Ms. Phyllis."

"Well then," Ms. Phyllis cleared her throat. "Clean this up." She gestured to the white foam all over the grill.

"Yes, ma'am," I said quietly, grabbing a rag.

"Why did you do that?" Adrienne's voice sounded from behind me.

"I don't know,"

"You really shouldn't have..." 

"It was nothing," I scrubbed the grill firmly, making my arms ache a bit.

"Well, at least let me help," she sighed, grabbing a rag. "That was really sweet of you, Annalie."

I only smiled slightly, wringing out my rag in the sink.

"We should really talk more," she said suddenly after a short period of silence. "I think we'd get along well."

"Sure," I half-smiled. Something in me didn't want to give into her. What if she was only pretending the be nice to me just to sucker me in? The possibilities were endless.

"Awesome," she grinned. "See you around."

"See you," I said quietly, taking off my chef coat. The rest of the girls filed out of the kitchen, chef hats in hand. 

Britta had already left with the girls from her group. I did feel her growing slightly distant from me, and it bothered me somewhat, but not by much. I kind of started to wish that I'd get voted off or something, because none of it was really worth my stress-- especially the whole Harry deal. If I were to stay, I'd make it a goal for him to talk to me. I'm pretty sure Ms. Phyllis took off points for my "fire-setting", but I honestly didn't care much.

After I left the kitchen, I walked upstairs to rest. The rest of the girls were sitting on their own bunks or around Adrienne's. 

"Annalie!" Adrienne called as soon as I walked in. "Come join us!"

"Yeah, Annalie!" Britta chimed in, waving me over. I glanced over at Dakota, who sat on her bed with her ear buds in, nodding her head to some music. Yvette was laying on her side across the room and Theadora was writing in a notebook. 

"I'm okay," I replied with a smile, taking a seat next to Dakota. 

"Hey," she said, taking out one of her earbuds. Her chef hat was replaced by her usual beanie, slouching at the back of her head. 

"Whatcha listening to?" I asked, nodding towards her iPod.

"The Fray," she replied, smiling slightly. "Ever heard of them?"

"No," I shook my head. She handed me one of her earbuds, which I held to my ear as I listened to the sweet-sounding music. 

 

Some things, we don't talk about

Rather do without,

And just hold a smile.

 

Falling in and out of love, Same damn problem Together all the while. You can never say never While we don't know when But time and time again Younger now than we were before. Don't let me go Don't let me go Don't let me go.

 

"That's really good," I said with wide eyes, eager to hear more.

"Yeah," she said sleepily. "I love their music. It always makes me feel a little bit better."

"It almost puts you to sleep, too," I added, nodded towards her drooping eyes. "I think you should rest."

"Yeah," she agreed, turning onto her back and pulling the beanie over her eyes. Before long, soft snores escaped her mouth. I tried not to giggle at her as I scooted off the bed to my own bunk.

I repeated the lyrics in my head:

"You can never say never,"

It immediately made me think of Harry. Why couldn't I just get him out of my head? Why the hell did it bother me so much that he didn't talk to me? I tried my best to push it out of my mind as I climbed into bed and pulled a blanket over my body. I just hoped I could get some rest after all that happened.

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